Great ones about poetry:

Poetry is like painting: some works will captivate you more if you look at them closely, and others if you move further away.

Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creaking of unoiled wheels.

The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is what has gone wrong.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Of all the arts, poetry is the most susceptible to the temptation to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen splendors.

Humboldt V.

Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.

The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is usually believed.

If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion on a fence, like burdocks and quinoa.

A. A. Akhmatova

Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.

I. S. Turgenev

For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.

G. Lichtenberg

A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. The poet makes our thoughts sing within us, not our own. By telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.

Where graceful poetry flows, there is no room for vanity.

Murasaki Shikibu

I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in the Russian language. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. It is through feeling that art certainly emerges. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

-...Are your poems good, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! – Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...

Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"

We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write in their words.

John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"

Every poem is a veil stretched over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, and because of them the poem exists.

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok

Ancient poets, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times there is certainly hidden an entire Universe, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who carelessly awaken the dozing lines.

Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"

I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this heavenly tail:...

Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea, and not a plague!

Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore, drive away the critics. They are just pathetic sippers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let poetry seem to him like an absurd moo, a chaotic pile-up of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from a boring mind, a glorious song sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.

Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"

Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.

“Don’t reason, don’t bother!”
Fyodor Tyutchev

Don't argue, don't bother!..
Madness seeks, stupidity judges;
Heal daytime wounds with sleep,
And tomorrow there will be something, something will happen.

While living, be able to survive everything:
Sadness, and joy, and anxiety.
What do you want? Why bother?
The day will be survived - and thank God!

Fyodor Tyutchev did not consider himself a true Christian, since he was brought up on Western culture and traditions of France, England, and Germany. However, fate itself forced the poet to turn to the biblical commandments and apply them to his own life. One day Tyutchev understood. That the series of joyful and sad events that follow each other as if in a kaleidoscope is not chaotic. Like a skilled artist, someone from above prescribes the details of each new day, giving it different shades. It is useless to resist this, since what should happen will certainly happen. All that remains is to submit to someone else’s will and accept everything that happens with gratitude.

Tyutchev’s poem, written in the summer of 1850, is imbued with precisely such fatalistic sentiments. It is noteworthy that the autograph of this work adorned the back of an invitation card to a dinner party with Count Borch, where the poet, according to eyewitnesses, did not intend to attend. However, at the last moment he changed his mind, seeing in everything that was happening a sign of fate, as a result of which the famous lines were born: “Don’t reason, don’t bother - madness seeks - stupidity judges.” They fully comply with the biblical commandments calling on a person to show humility. It comes to Tyutchev only over the years, when a sudden illness takes the life of his first wife, and a chance meeting gives him a second life partner, who by the time he meets the poet is the wife of a German baron.

Tyutchev considers attempts to find logic in this series of events to be madness, and calls his own desire to “put everything into pieces” and subordinate it to logic as stupidity. That is why the poet gives himself and everyone around him wise advice: “When living, know how to survive everything; sadness, and joy, and anxiety." This is the only way, according to Tyutchev, you can maintain peace of mind and become truly happy, knowing that someone from above will take care of you and show their mercy. After all, even when a person experiences pain, it is given to him for his good, to cleanse his soul and get rid of vices. Therefore, Tyutchev is ready to accept everything that fate has in store for him, philosophically noting: “The day has been survived - and thank God!”

It was precisely this kind of philosophical attitude towards life that more than once saved Tyutchev from despair, when life, due to the loss of loved ones, lost all meaning for him. However, the poet, having once discovered the secret of inner harmony, managed to put it into practice, which he advised others to do.

Don't argue, don't bother -

Madness seeks - stupidity judges;

Heal daytime wounds with sleep,

And tomorrow there will be something...

While living, be able to All been through:

Sadness, and joy, and anxiety -

What do you want? Why bother?

The day will be survived - and thank God!

Other editions and options

3   [Sleep through daytime pain at night]

Autograph - RGALI. F. 505. Op. 1. Unit hr. 28. L. 6 vol.

4   And tomorrow be what will be.

        Sovr. 1854. T. XLIV. P. 56 et seq. ed.

6   Misfortune, joy and anxiety.

        Moscow. 1851. No. 22. Book. 2. P. 220.

COMMENTS:

Autograph - RGALI. F. 505. Op. 1. Unit hr. 28. L. 6 vol.

Lists - Drying notebook(p. 47); Tyutcheva's album(p. 92); Muran. album(p. 55).

First publication - Moscow 1851. No. 22. Book. 2. P. 220; then - Modern 1854. T. XLIV. P. 56; Ed. 1854. P. 136; Ed. 1868. P. 160; Ed. St. Petersburg, 1886. P. 155; Ed. 1900. P. 174.

Printed by autograph.

Autograph draft, with corrections. Crossed out: “Sleep away the pain of the day at night”; the final version of the line is inscribed on top: “Heal the wounds of the day with sleep.” The exclamation mark at the end of the poem is similar in writing to the question marks in the 7th line, which can be explained by the creation of interrogative-exclamatory intonation or the inertia of writing. The energy of the movement of thought, bringing together aphoristically completed statements, is conveyed using a dash (at the end of the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 6th, middle of the 2nd, 4th (after “what” ), 8th line). “Stupidity”, “Judges”, “Tomorrow”, “Sadness”, “Joy”, “Anxiety”, “Glory to God” are written in capital letters. The word "all" is underlined. There is no division into stanzas, which is reflected in a number of publications: Moscow, Sovrem., Publishing house. 1854, Ed. 1868.

The text of the poem is written on the second page of the invitation card addressed to F.I. Tyutchev. The master of ceremonies, Count A. M. Borkh (1804–1867) and his wife Countess S. I. Borkh (1809–1871) asked the poet “to do them the honor of having dinner with them on Thursday, July 6 at 5 ½ o’clock” (translated from French: Chulkov II. P. 320.). The invitation was sent on July 3, 1850, which gives a possible date of early July 1850.

IN Moscow(censor. room: November 15, 1851) published under the title “Council” and signed “F. T.". Instead of “sadness” in the 6th line there is “misfortune”. Punctuation has been changed. The dash is retained only in the last line (before “thank God!”). An exclamation mark appears at the end of the 1st line.

IN Modern published in the general selection of Tyutchev’s poems under the number “LXXXIX”. The appearance of the 4th line has been changed: “And tomorrow will be what will be.” The editor refuses exclamatory intonation in the 1st ( Moscow) and the last (autograph) lines. The 1st line ends with an ellipsis, the 4th - with Tyutchev’s colon, which was not in Moscow There is a period at the end of the poem. Subsequent editions largely repeat the text Modern

IN Ed. 1854 placed in the context of the verses: “Two voices”, “Thought after thought, wave after wave...”, “For the third year now tongues have been raging...”, “Dawn”, written in 1850. Indicating the date: “1850” appears in Ed. St. Petersburg, 1886, here for the first time it is divided into 2 stanzas, which was supported by later editions.

The poem was often quoted by I. S. Turgenev in letters to A. A. Fet, Ya. P. Polonsky, Zh. A. Polonskaya, M. G. Savina. “...“Don’t bother,” said the sage Tyutchev, “madness is looking for”... the hour will come, the opportunity will come, and great. And rushing towards the hour, towards the opportunity is madness,” Turgenev advises Fet in a letter dated July 16, 1860 ( Turgenev. T. 4. P. 109). It acquired particular relevance for Turgenev in 1882 (the time of the writer’s illness and bleak state of mind).

Critics have assessed differently the poet's attitude towards God and the world expressed in the poem. A. Krukovsky decided that “under the influence of closeness to nature” the poet’s soul developed “a kind of fatalism, weak trust in the strengths and abilities of man.” “...The expression of this powerlessness of mind and will, suppressed by external forces, is a small eight-line poem, which can be considered as a kind of poetic confession of Tyutchev.” Conclusion verse. “Don’t reason, don’t bother...” seemed to the critics to be “dreary”, but “inevitable” for those who see in a person and his powerful thoughts only a weak reflection of the play of “external secret forces...” (A. Krukovsky. Poetry of F.I. Tyutcheva // Journal of the Ministry of Public Education. St. Petersburg, 1910. October, pp. 182–183). A. G. Gornfeld also considers it as an expression of Tyutchev’s everyday philosophy, but with the force that captures and conquers the poet, here he conceives of “the world of petty human interests” ( Gornfeld. P. 7).

On the contrary, priest V. Beseda in his work “Religious Motives in Tyutchev’s Poetry” saw in this eight-line “a lesson in the Christian everyday mood”: “A wonderful poem that expresses a truly Evangelical view of the mood in which we should spend the days of our earthly life:

Don't argue, don't bother...

How reminiscent of Zlatoust’s famous “glory to God for everything,” said at the evening of his life!

Treat daytime wounds with sleep, forgetting in it all the irritation accumulated during the day against people and unfavorable life circumstances and without igniting in yourself the spirit of anger towards everyone and everything. Surrender yourself to the will of God for tomorrow; do not wish for anything and do not worry about anything, but for the past, whether it is good or bad, thank God. Indeed, in these words is the ideal of perfect devotion to Divine Providence” (“The Wanderer. Spiritual magazine of modern life, science and literature.” Petrograd, 1915. March. P. 391).

Discrepancies in the interpretation of the main conclusions of the poem can be explained by the latter’s consonance not only with the philosophy of Christians, but also with the worldview of the ancient Stoics.

Thematically, Tyutchev’s work correlates with Pushkin’s “If Life Deceives You...” (1825). Common are the question of acceptance or rejection of life, a form of advice that is productive for expressing the poet’s philosophy. The poems differ in tone. Tyutchev’s gentle preaching of humility gives way to a call for courageous patience and perseverance ( A.M.).

“Don’t reason, don’t bother!” Fedor Tyutchev

Don't argue, don't bother!..
Madness seeks, stupidity judges;
Heal daytime wounds with sleep,
And tomorrow there will be something, something will happen.

While living, be able to survive everything:
Sadness, and joy, and anxiety.
What do you want? Why bother?
The day will be survived - and thank God!

Analysis of Tyutchev’s poem “Don’t argue, don’t bother!”

Fyodor Tyutchev did not consider himself a true Christian, since he was brought up on Western culture and traditions of France, England, and Germany. However, fate itself forced the poet to turn to the biblical commandments and apply them to his own life. One day Tyutchev understood. That the series of joyful and sad events that follow each other as if in a kaleidoscope is not chaotic. Like a skilled artist, someone from above prescribes the details of each new day, giving it different shades. It is useless to resist this, since what should happen will certainly happen. All that remains is to submit to someone else’s will and accept everything that happens with gratitude.

Tyutchev’s poem, written in the summer of 1850, is imbued with precisely such fatalistic sentiments. It is noteworthy that the autograph of this work adorned the back of an invitation card to a dinner party with Count Borch, where the poet, according to eyewitnesses, did not intend to attend. However, at the last moment he changed his mind, seeing in everything that was happening a sign of fate, as a result of which the famous lines were born: “Don’t reason, don’t bother - madness seeks - stupidity judges.” They fully comply with the biblical commandments calling on a person to show humility. It comes to Tyutchev only over the years, when a sudden illness takes the life of his first wife, and a chance meeting gives him a second life partner, who by the time he meets the poet is the wife of a German baron.

Tyutchev considers attempts to find logic in this series of events to be madness, and calls his own desire to “put everything into pieces” and subordinate it to logic as stupidity. That is why the poet gives himself and everyone around him wise advice: “When living, know how to survive everything; sadness, and joy, and anxiety." This is the only way, according to Tyutchev, you can maintain peace of mind and become truly happy, knowing that someone from above will take care of you and show their mercy. After all, even when a person experiences pain, it is given to him for his good, to cleanse his soul and get rid of vices. Therefore, Tyutchev is ready to accept everything that fate has in store for him, philosophically noting: “The day has been survived - and thank God!”

It was precisely this kind of philosophical attitude towards life that more than once saved Tyutchev from despair, when life, due to the loss of loved ones, lost all meaning for him. However, the poet, having once discovered the secret of inner harmony, managed to put it into practice, which he advised others to do.